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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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MAKING MERIT
“There’s nothing either good or badbut thinking makes it so.” And riding on that apophthegm,to lower worlds they gountil the pain compresses themand makes them scream out, “No!” There is some truth in points of view,that what seems good to … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged apophthegm, Blondin, fruit, good actions, intend, me, merit, points of view, tree, Truth, you
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EGO EGO LORD OF THE JUNGLE
My task(and yours)is(and always has been); to get rid of you and meto get rid of us and themto get rid of was and will beto get rid of should and shouldn’t beto get rid of might and mightn’t. Is(and … Continue reading
Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle
Tagged dream, Ego, here, identities, Jungle, me, Now, wake up, you
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THE CIRCLE LINE
Round and round the Circle Linein endless pursuit of me and mine. Familiar scenes go hurtling past,each new vision much like the last;grief and suffering, hate and paincoming round and round again. Where are the stops where the doors slide … Continue reading
Posted in Bamboo Leaves
Tagged Bamboo Leaves, Circle Line, decision time, escape?, Exit, grief and suffering, me, mine, new vision, respite, stations, stop, view
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TETHER
I am at the end of my tether!Yes.What will happen?The tether will break.Oh, thank God! And what about Me?You are the tether. .
GOD’S MIRROR
Mirror mirror on the wallwho is the fairest of us all?When the facelooks back, warts and all,cognition takes place.This is me. Look into Nature,red in tooth and claw and all.When it feels your eyes,cognition takes place.Epiphany. .
FREE CHOICE
The waves come tumbling, hiss and roar, the southwest wind begins its blow. The old grey fisherman on the shore stares at each billow and asks once more, “Tell me, which one’s Joe?” The lettuces stand in rows quite straight, … Continue reading
ROBIN
First year robin sits inside a tree shaped by a storm, lives on its wits, sings through closed beak, plays hide and seek and looks at me. I am neither kestrel nor worm and so an object of mild curiosity. … Continue reading
I, ME, MINE
In the Beginning (or perhaps a little later) there was I. And then, because I was lonely, there was me. And we got on like a house on fire! And, so that we could have something in common, there was … Continue reading
I, ME, MINE
I, Me, Mine In the Beginning (or perhaps a little later) there was I. And then, because I was lonely, there was me. And we got on like a house on fire! And, so that we could have something in … Continue reading
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